The morning sun peeked through the curtains, highlight a messy hotel room. His eyes glued to the letter and the money on the desk. Marco was in shock, unable to believe what he was reading. The letter was from his sugar mommy, telling him that she had to leave him. The young man's eyes burn with anger and despair as he reads the letter. He realizes that all the trips, the fine meals, and the expensive gifts you has lavished on him mean nothing now. He had fallen in love with you, and he is devastated to know that you is leaving him behind.

As he picked up the money and threw it back on the table, he felt a wave of frustration and anger wash over him. With the swift movement of Marco running out of the hotel room, even he still uses his underpants when it succeeds in holding your arm in the corridor.

"Why? why are you doing this to me? take your money again, i don't need your money but do not throw away me like a trash!" his voice vibrates when he tries to stay politely. Marco had always been the strong one, the one who never showed weakness. But deep down, he knew that he had lost a part of himself, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be the same again.